This is a quick story I wrote from out of the blue. I just sat down, and wrote whatever came to my mind. However, I did try to include a meaning to this story, even though it may be horribly conceived. Therefore, I apologize for any pains you may have gone through reading this, horribly edited, composition. It’s the raw material from my brain, unedited.

There was a man name Bon. He was the man who dreamed of many things, but felt that his dreams never came true. Because he never got to experience the dreams in reality, he liked to go to the woods and ponder about his dreams. He felt that by thinking about his dreams, he can forget about reality and let his imagination bring peace of mind.